Waves hit the white chalk
She was unsure where to walk
Along the cliff or off it
Her emotions drained
Her mind stained
With faint images of red
wishing she was dead
No truth, no life, no trust
She wants to go as deep as possible
How deep can life take you
How far can you cross the line,
Till your gone...
The chalk drew wild, beautiful dreams
The chalk washed away,
falls to the bottom of the sea,
That's what happened to me.
Sonya Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/died-in-dover/
